Though aching from the horny rodent’s abuse, you surge to your feet, and you sprint for the toothpick holder. You hear the mouse squeak behind you, and hear his claws scrabble against the top of the counter as he immediately leaps into pursuit. You grimace and redouble your efforts to outrun him.
…A few seconds later, you stagger to your feet while the mouse cleans himself for a third time, after ejaculating inside you for the third time. You grimace and vow silently that it will have been his last time as you finally near the toothpicks, though you know very well that it will likely be a few seconds before you’re ready to fight…
He jumps you from behind, leaping onto your back and driving you forward with all his weight. With no hesitation the insatiable mouse drives himself into your warm womanhood for a fourth time, bucks in a frenzy, and jumps back to start cleaning himself off yet again.
A few seconds pass. Then, a few more… and still more. The mouse, satisfied with his cleaning efforts, lifts his head toward you and looks at you curiously. He waits a few seconds more, but not seeing you get up for a fifth round of ravishment, he tilts his head a bit and patters forward.
The mouse takes in the sight for a few seconds. You’re half-upright, your body slumped forward, your arms hanging limply to your sides. Half a dozen toothpicks, firmly settled into the bottom of the porcelain container, had nowhere to go when the mouse’s weight drove you down on top of them. At a 45-degree angle as they were, they were placed all too perfectly to impale your fragile flesh.
